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Chapter 1

Winterfell, 289 AC, Ned's POV

The fields around the castle of Winterfell were green and blooming. The farmers were busy tending to their crops since the summer had been there for a long time. The peasants and farmers were able to grow and store more food crops for the surely coming harsh winter.

'Winter is Coming' thought the veteran Lord Stark, the Lord Paramount and Warden of the North. Looking towards the north of his castle, he saw the snow covered fields which were in the north. Summer snow they call it in the North. The North was a harsh place, breeding sturdy hard men and women for whom surviving each year was a great challenge.

The kingdom of the North while being as large as the rest of the 6 kingdoms combined in Westeros, was mostly a barren land. Forests and hard plateaus covered most of the region and the mountains were to the north of Winterfell. The North was largely poor and left alone by the rest of the kingdoms who saw no interest in entering a land of harshness and cold.

To the north of Winterfell, lay Castle Black, where the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch hosted the headquarters of the ancient order. The order was formed to be the shield that guards the realms of men when the Long Night had occurred and cold Ice Creatures had woken up, slaughtering men, women and children they could find and added them to the army of the dead. An event which had occurred more than 8000 years ago. Stories that mothers told their children to frighten them and be good, myths and legends and folktales that were told to the children of the north.

Shaking his head, Eddard or as people who were close to him called him 'Ned', turned towards the castle courtyard where 2 boys were sparring as the castellan Ser Rodrick Cassel was training them in their swordplay.

Another boy stood by the castellan, looking at the boys fight with a smile on his face as he watched his brothers fight for the win. All the boys were aged around 14 name days and the 2 boys, Robb and Jon were moving gracefully and parrying each other's moves, neither giving an inch.

Robb was powerfully built, stocky with red-brown hair and blue eyes, favoring his Tully side. The eldest of the Stark children, the heir of Winterfell, young Robb was well loved by the lords and the people of Winterfell. He was strong and fast and accompanied him on several meetings with various lords. Ned was happy that while growing up, Robb had seemed to develop a keen sense of northern honor and was becoming well loved by his eventual subjects. With skills in sword and lance which were well above par for his age, the Young Wolf as he was called was starting to become really skilled as a warrior.

Dueling him and parrying and countering his blows was Ned's baseborn son, Jon Snow. Jon, resembled the most as a Stark amongst his brothers, something which caused more undue hate to come his way from his father's wife, Lady Catelyn Stark. Jon was lean and wiry. Unlike Robb, young Jon was more quiet and prone to melancholy and quite sullen and brooding. Eddard has tried his best to curb some of Catelyn's tendencies towards Jon, but a child can easily understand scorn much like love and Jon grew up solemn and guarded and slightly quick to sense a slight. Jon's swordsmanship skills were second to almost none. Even Eddard believed that he himself was nowhere close to Jon's level when he was his age. Jon had intended to join the night's watch as soon as he turned of age but Ned believed that his second son, the one standing close to the castellan would probably derail Jon's plans if he had his way.

Ned couldn't help but smile at his second eldest son, Harlan "Harry" Stark. Harry was a happy child growing up and he had features of the North, although his green eyes were something which neither Catelyn nor Eddard possessed. He had a slender build like Jon but he was taller, just under 6 feet. His black curls of hair fell to his shoulders and his stubble was visible. He was alone amongst the three brothers who was armed to the teeth while the others had practice swords.

Harry was an adept swordsman and as Ned and many in the North had come to believe, one of the best swordsmen of all time. He wielded two swords, one a bastard longsword and the other a short sword. The two swords were hung across his back in their scabbards across each other making an 'X' on his back. He was covered in leather armor with steel plates covering the vitals. On his waist were around half a dozen daggers which he could throw with deadly precision.

Jon and Robb were still dueling each other skillfully, but it was becoming apparent that Robb was tiring quickly now. Jon quickly closed the gap, sensing the advantage and pushed harder and made more faster and powerful strokes to over power his half-brother. Robb getting frustrated parrying the blows, saw an opening and lunged but Jon had sidestepped the thrust to his left and at the last moment made a swift movement, disarming Robb in a swift motion and pointing the sword to his neck.

Robb panted in exhaustion and a slight bit of incredulity, "I yield".

Jon grinned and the brothers clasped their hands together as Harry and Ser Rodrick approached them. "Well fought Jon. I see you have put in the tip that I gave you the last time we dueled." Harry congratulated.

"Which tip?" asked Robb, opening a waterskin and drinking from it.

"Harry told me that a way to ensure that my strikes connect rather than be parried he told me to sometimes add a bit of.." Jon tries to remember hard the word that Harry had said but it sounded foreign to him.

"What I told Jon was that if he attacked you with strikes with varying speeds, he would have the edge as that tends to surprise opponents" Harry explained.

"Yeah that exactly" added Jon brightly and he saw Harry's bemused face.

"I will keep it in mind, now that you explain it that way, I can see why I was facing so much difficulty in landing a blow on you, I couldn't essentially understand or read your speed as you kept changing it through the duel." Robb agreed, looking thoughtful.

"My Lord, will you be training now?," asked Ser Rodrick.

"Yes , best get warmed up now as I might be leaving for the patrol again in sometime." Harry agreed. Ser Rodrick nodded and motioned 8 of the household guard including Jory Cassel to take the stand against Harry.

Ned looked down in interest as he had seen his son train ruthlessly on the training field even on wintery nights to get this far. He saw his wife Lady Catelyn coming up to him as she also stood next to him to watch their son train.

"Beat them brother!" cheered the 5 year old Arya Stark, as his younger children, 4 year old Bran, 8 year old Sansa came to the courtyard to see their brother train. The 2 year old Rickon was on Cat's arms as she carried the baby in her arms.

Ned looked down to see that Harry had his swords drawn and and in the center as he was circled by 8 men. Harry kept twirling his swords, changing and reversing his grip smoothly and deftly, his swords making graceful and deadly arcs around the air.

3 men charged together trying to overpower him. They lunged and swung their swords at Harry as he gracefully parried 2 of the strokes and side stepped the third one neatly and started to spin around the ground, dodging and ducking the swords that were aimed at him. Seeing a gap as one of the three attackers faltered slightly, he spun and slashed both his swords on the man's head and shoulders. The longsword slammed into the man's head, effectively giving him a slight concussion as the slash that Harry made with the back of his blade connected his collarbone. He was flung out of the circle, dazed and out of the fight. If Harry has been trying to kill the man, the man would have lost his head.

He ducked and parried three lunges beautifully with his longsword as he absorbed the impact so gracefully that the displacement from one strike led him almost precisely to the next point where the next attack was going. Suddenly, ducking under the arms and lunges of 7 people who were attacking him now, he ducked and rolled and sprang up and kicked one of the guards nearest to him hard which threw the guard a couple of feet back, as he with powerful strokes hit three of the men with the back of his short blade in their head and neck areas and landing hits on two of them, effectively knocking them out of the fight.

The third man blocked his initial strike but did not see the pommel of the longsword ramming on his forehead as he fell unconscious.

The last 2 men looked nervous at the attack from Harry and they took up a more defensive stance. Harry started raining blows on them and in a short time had them disarmed and unconscious on the ground.

The last guard who had been kicked in the chest walked upto Harry and yielded.

Everyone looked on in awe as a single boy of ten and four name days defeated veteran guards, 8 of them without breaking a sweat. Harry had achieved so many such miracles that it was no longer jaw dropping but awe inspiring to the people of the North.

As he was standing in the upper floors of the castle watching at the courtyard as his children mingled and played and laughed, Maester Luwin came to Lord Stark with a scroll and a grave face.

"My Lord" he said gravely, "I am afraid it is grave news, the Ironborn have declared open rebellion, Balon Greyjoy has declared himself the King of the Salt Throne. The King has raised his banners and has summoned you to Lannisport."

Eddard Stark, the Lord Paramount and Warden of the North looked on resolutely with a face of steel as he desperately sent a prayer to the Old Gods so that his family does not get torn apart by the ravages of war.

Winterfell, 289 AC, Robb's POV

Robb looked at Harry with astonishment and reverence. He knew that his younger twin was better than him, but his skills with a sword were astonishing and Robb knew that this was something that he could never surpass his younger twin in.

Robb was not jealous of Harry, he was proud and happy for him. Being the eldest son and heir, Robb while growing up used to feel inadequate compared to his talented and charismatic twin. But Harry took away all of his fears and feelings of inadequacy. As a child of ten name days, when Robb had thrown a tantrum with their mother Catelyn, it was surprisingly Harry who sat down and talked to him. By the end of the conversation, Robb never felt more ashamed of himself and his respect and reverence for his younger twin had increased ever since.

Harry, despite being the second heir, tried hard and excelled at everything to protect the Starks, to enrich them, to make them powerful. So that when Robb became the Lord Paramount, the Starks would not be known only for their honour and courage but their wealth, knowledge in administration and being efficient rulers.

Robb, was young and did not understand many of the projects and tasks that his twin the 'Black Wolf' used to undertake. But he had understood that Harry loved them dearly and would do anything for them. He looked on as he say his father be approached by Maester Luwin and his father suddenly departed the balcony and proceed to move towards his solar.

Winterfell, 289 AC, Jon's POV

Jon looked up at his brother Harry and smiled as Harry finished his fight. He and Harry were so alike in their choices. While Harry was still a little different than Jon, Jon always felt safe and protected near Harry. Harry was kind, generous and honourable. Harry had trained with Jon endlessly and Jon knew that it was because of Harry that Jon was treated so much better than before. Lady Catelyn used to ignore him, but the vile insults had stopped. Jon was a part of the family and no one at Winterfell used to call him a bastard.

Jon knew that it was his brother and the love the people bore for him which protected the bastard Snow. Jon heard the stories of the Black Wolf on his patrols and fights against bandits and scum who would attack and raid villages and caravans.

The small folk adored Harry, as he was constantly fighting for the villages and towns of the North and as Harry made several large investments and all the three cities of the North had a Stark enterprise running which gave jobs to the small folk.

Jon knew his brother kept busy as he was often seen discussing with Maester Luwin and Father on several projects which he had been working on.

Jon had decided he would soon also bring honor to the Starks. While he loved his brother and his family, Jon knew that Harry would always protect him and Jon wanted to contribute to something useful. So looking to Uncle Benjen, Jon had decided to join the Night's Watch once he came of age. He knew Harry was against this idea and he said that he had others options for him, Jon wanted to make this sacrifice for his brothers to ensure that, he would never allow his birth to cause an issue of tension in the family and he had decided to join the Night's Watch to save his brothers the complications of him being a bastard when they came of age and ruled the North.

He saw his father talk to Maester Luwin and head to his solar. From the corner of his eyes, he saw his brother look up at the exchange and also head towards their father's solar.

Winterfell, 289 AC, Catelyn's POV

Many say that second sons and other sons born after the heir are 'spares'. That they are to be the commanders and soldiers for their brother and liege lord. And if their liege lord died with no heirs, then be the lord of the lands by right. That is how the world worked and that is how great houses taught and educated their kids.

But a mother knows that a firstborn child is as precious as your latest born child. For a mother, there can be no distinction among her children. For me, I had been given a lesson from the Old Gods to be kinder and to be more benevolent towards all children, even the bastard born child of my husband. Or that is what I have come to believe.

My son Harlan Stark, the younger twin of Robb stark was five years old and was playing with the bastard of my husband and lord Eddard when I happened across them. Reviling bastards due to their nature, I slapped the bastard boy Jon Snow hard and had the guards send him to the stables to be punished for his daring. A bastard should always know his place. My son Harry as we all came to call him looked at me in what seemed to be despair before he adopted a melancholic look. He refused to eat that night saying he did not feel well and went to his chambers.

The following day, sickness took hold of my son as what I believe was a curse of the Old Gods. His body burned with fever as he remained mostly unconscious. Maester Luwin tried to bring down the fever using his knowledge to its depth but to no avail. I prayed to the Old Gods and New but my little boy seemed to wither away. As I approached the Godswood to approach my husband, I saw my eldest Robb and the bastard Jon, kneeling in front of the Weirdwood tree and praying.

"Please." I could hear the bastard boy pray, "Please make Harry well again. He is the only one who makes me happy here. I make everyone else sad, the Maester says that you are calling him, so please take me instead of him" the boy wept and prayed.

Robb, my eldest, bless his heart understood the bastard's pain and anguish and hugged him and consoled him as the boy wept and prayed. "Jon", he said firmly, his young voice sounding so mature and out of place, "I love you little brother and Harry loves you. We three are together and we will always be together. As brothers. Nothing will change that. And I have faith in the Old Gods that they will cure Harry. Now come let us pray to the Old Gods and none of that you wanting to die for Harry, little brother, for Harry will bring you back to life just to smack you" Robb said.

I never felt prouder of my son Robb as I heard a small cough and could see my husband standing next to me, looking sad, disappointed at me, while looking at his sons with love. He strode towards the boys and hugged them and the three of them started praying to the Old Gods.

Family. Duty. Honor. These were the words of House Tully, the words that were taught to me as I grew up. But here standing in the Godswood, seeing my husband and his trueborn and baseborn sons both pray together for the other dying one, I realised I had failed as a mother. By driving and punishing Jon, I was making him resentful and hateful of his existence. Him offering to die for Harry was proof of that. And what happened afterwards made me believe that I was my son was suffering and I was being punished for my deeds.

As they prayed in the Godswood, the skies rumbled and became darker as dark clouds blocked the light from reaching the grounds. The winds started to howl and thunder and lightning started all of a sudden. Out of nowhere, a storm as deadly as any had started. Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck the Weirdwood tree infront of which my husband and the children were praying, they were thrown back due to the backlash. I was blinded by the light and the next moment filled me with fear as I feared for the lives of my family. The three stood up, barely ruffled but their eyes had widened as the spot on which the lightning had struck, there now stood a mark instead of scorched wood.

A triangle. A circle within the triangle. And a straight line, travelling through the middle of the structure. A symbol surely from the Old Gods.

As we were returning towards the castle as the storm was getting worse, we saw one of the helpers who worked with Maester Luwin running towards us. "My Lord," he yelled, "My Lord, the young lord Harry is awake. He is asking for all of you. Maester Luwin asked me to inform you of this immediately."

We ran towards his chambers. We entered his chamber and saw Harry reading a book calmly as Maester Luwin sat next to him, looking quite bewildered.

"Father, Mother", Harry greeted politely as he stood there gaping at the scene. "Robb, Jon come here" he said gently. The young boys needed no more encouragement as they rushed to their brother, hugging him and crying. Harry also hugged them both and told Jon seriously, "Never. Have to think of such things ever little brother. We are brothers. Believe me." Jon bowed his head and nodded as he hugged Harry harder.

As Harry was talking and consoling his brother, Ned and I came near his bedside trying to believe what we were seeing. As we kept assuring ourselves of the miracle that occurred, my eyes fell onto the book that Harry was reading. The title of the chapter made me look at the book again, eyes widening as I realised my fears and prayers had been answered indeed.

Below the title of the story, was the mark, the same mark that appeared on the tree, the symbol she considered of the Old Gods. And above the mark was the title of the story, 'A Tale of Three Brothers.'

Author's Note: Please do share any feedback if you have any for me, I will be posting chapters on alternate days, so lets hope I keep posting on a regular basis. Harry is going to be powerful, as is likely for any wizard from HP with above average strength, but Harry won't be OP or super savvy in politics all the time. He is clever, but he will have his faults. Also any thoughts on who should I pair Harry with? Please do let me know. Until Next Time.

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Aryan Stark